Natsumi Kousaka had come to speak with him in an extremely complicated and nervous state of mind. She blanked out for a moment, her emotions briefly cutting off.
"What do you mean, 'can be'...?"
"Cough. In short," Tangze's mind spun quickly, and he immediately came up with a suitable explanation. "I won't admit that I'm Kaito Kid. Once this conversation ends, I'll forget everything we've discussed. I can only say that if you wish to ask about the Egg of Memories, I can indeed answer some of your questions."
"Oh, oh..." Natsumi Kousaka nodded blankly, understanding his implication.
He was worried that openly admitting his identity might leave evidence against him, or that someone else might overhear and cause him trouble. So answering questions was fine, but discussing his identity was off the table.
Having quickly found a reasonable explanation, she soon let go of his somewhat strange answer and returned her focus to the truth she wanted to know.
"The thing you had the butler pass on to me aboard the ship... it, it really was...?"
Remembering the shock she had felt upon returning to her room and seeing that artifact sitting intact on the table, gleaming beneath the lights, Natsumi Kousaka instinctively clasped her hands together again, squeezing her fingers until they turned pale.
Tangze confirmed her guess. "Yes. It is the real Egg of Memories. I believe that compared to the title of where a 'museum piece' belongs, its value to you is far more important. You shouldn't mind the fact that the 'real Egg of Memories' has been kept in the Suzuki family's museum all this time."
"Of course I don't mind—!" Natsumi Kousaka's eyes widened. "But according to what you said, wouldn't the Suzuki family discover the problem? If that happened..."
"Miss Sonoko knows. She